SECOND POTTY TRAINING

Part 1

	My name is Josh. I am 13 years old. I'm not too different from 
any regular kid. One big difference however, is the fact that I wet the 
bed and day-wet on occasion. My mom has always been patient about my 
wetting, saying, "it'll pass." It hasn't passed. I potty trained late 
as it is, about 4 years old.
	The other day I walked home from school happily because it was 
the last day of school had passed and opened the door. I found my mom 
in the laundry room in a really bad mood. Besides having wet at school 
yesterday and having her picking me up, she was now trying to scrape 
off some dried poop on my underwear. I decided to leave her alone.
	Later on, I was watching my favorite TV show and I was really 
into it, so I completely ignored the urge to pee. Near the end of the 
show, I couldn't hold it anymore and it flowed right down my legs. My 
mom walked into the room and saw this. She very angrily grabbed me and 
tugged me towards my bedroom, which still smelled like urine. She took 
out something from hiding....which turned out to be diapers! She 
ordered me to take off all of my clothes. I knew her temper, so I did 
what I was told. She told me that since I couldn't hold my pee during 
night or day...and poop was over all of my underwear, then she must 
have failed in potty training me. She said that she was sorry she 
failed, but she'd do better this time. Those words frightened me. I had 
no idea what was about to come.
	She proceeded to powder my prepubescent genitals and butt so I 
wouldn't get diaper rash. She then took three thick cloth diapers and 
expertly pinned them on me. She then added the final touch, plastic 
pants. Instead of handing me my old shirt, she handed me a more 
babyinsh one that featured Barney the big dinosaur. I quickly 
protested. She gave me that look, so I put it on. She refused to give 
me my pants. She said that baby's don't wear pants mostly, only diapers 
and a shirt. Good thing it was summer vacation now.

Part 2

	My mom laid down the law for me. She said that since I couldn't 
control myself, I must be a baby, so that's how she was going to treat 
me. I was now 2 years old in every since. I had to talk in baby talk 
and could only drink from a bottle and had to be spoon fed my meals. I 
couldn't change my own diapers either. I would sleep in a crib and be 
taken places in a stroller. As all of this was said, I sat there in 
shock, but really, the whole idea was kind of intriguing. I could be 
completely lazy and be waited on all the time. I had always liked the 
idea of being a baby again...and I liked the feel of my diapers! I 
looked forward to this and accepted this as a good thing. She also said 
that after enough time has passed, she would re-potty train me because 
I obviously needed training again, in her words.
	So, for the rest of the day I just sat around watching TV as mom 
came in every so often to see how I was doing. I said "fwine mama." At 
dinner time she sat me in the old high chair, strapped on a bib, while 
feeding me a meal. I said, "ooh, dat good mama." After the meal, I 
waited patiently for her to finish her meal..when she got me out for my 
bath. In the bathtub, she played with me and did all of the washing. I 
was loving this! She took me to my room and put me in three more cloth 
diapers with plastic pants for bed. I didn't even care I was in bed 
very earlier, because I liked this role very much.
	As time went on, I still loved all of this. I had a crib, got 
bottles of milk, took naps, played in my playpen, and just had an all 
around great time being a baby. Then, one afternoon, mom had some free 
time so she decided to take me to the park. "Yippee," I replied in my 
most babyish voice. We went to the park in my stroller with disposable 
diapers ready in hand. I had a pacifier in my mouth and was loving 
life. She took me out and let me play in the sand in just my diapers. 
All the kids came over and looked at me weird, but I didn't care. They 
mostly came by me and liked me cuz I was a big baby and it made them 
feel grown up. I played all afternoon when mommy came over to check my 
diaper. It was wet and messy so she untaped it, wiped, powdered me and 
had me in a fresh diaper with sesame street characters on it.
	I was living pretty good and like I said, loved it. One night, 
mommy came in with a bottle and gave it to me. She kissed my forehead 
and I said, "tanks mommy, I wuv yoo." "Mommy loves you too. Rest up 
honey, tomorrow we start potty training!" I stared in shock. I thought 
that I must rebel. I loved my diapers and loved my new life. I didn't 
care if I had to wear them to school. I was a baby, and wanted to stay 
that way. Staying a baby forever was a silly goal, but it was a real 
one for me.

TO BE CONTINUED...